Whose heart is it anyway?
She, our daughter, Image: Ujala Chowdhry is a medical disaster I did cut her body in two one for me and, one for you Her breasts for her lover Then what is the hold-up, dear? Her heart has a mind of its own It slips out every-time I touch it How do I divide her heart? I am baffled and confused How shall we restart her, without the damned heart? Maybe, her lover can, change the heart of her heart I tried a lot, sir But I can’t change her, Her heart Oh, what good are you? Here, take your share; her breasts are yours now But what about her heart, sir? We can’t do anything about it It is arrogant and stubborn Just as she.. I agree, sir. I agree, dear. Well, who needs her heart anyway Now that we have our individual pieces We can all stop obsessing over her I proved her wrong She, after all, does belong to me, her mother and her lover But what about the heart, sir? Well, fuck the heart Let